On Saturday, June 28, I will be 51 years old. Rah rah ree.
Here's a photo that was taken, for some strange reason, very early in the a.m. on the morning of my 47th birthday back in 2004. This was about one year before I sold my first novel, when I didn't have a literary agent any more, and when I was starting to figure that I'd maybe never sell a novel. I had no idea at all that within a few months, without an agent, I would sell my first novel and, later, the movie rights to that novel.
What a difference a year makes.